Checkmate "The Ghetto's Sad Reality" Poem by Craig Mize

Like Naz all I need is one mic
One life to live, maybe two.

Just in case the life I live I get killed,
And disappear like a ghost in the dark.

I disregard all of my enemies
Cause we are all soldiers fighting the same war.

Everybody got them guns a blazing,
And don't even know what we are fighting for.

As our lives get ruined and families are destroyed
We act like we are to blind to see that we are made for more.

Instead we stay strapped up in the trap,
Risking our lives like its a game of craps.

Just a roll of the dice,
It's my life or your life

But who chooses who loses? We are just some pawns
And the so called king is playing us like some fools.

They got us trapped in this slave mentality
But in reality we are the kings; living in a screwed up dream.